Every First… Already Becoming a Last 🤍 | Firsts & Lasts

I blinked… and you were already growing. No one told me how fast it would feel. This song is for every mother holding the pieces of moments that passed too quickly. For every tiny hand that grew into something brave. For every letting go that felt like love in its purest form. If this finds you at the right time — stay. This one was written for you. 🤍 Happy Mother's Day.